Water towers on fire Take care of themselves While everybody's at work Counting down the hours
That's what I like about you You are someone I admire You take care of your own damn problems Like a water tower on fire
Now I'm taking off my belt It's time I teach you a lesson Like the phone I wish you were off the hook We'd sell off these cheap thrills And then head for the hills
Like a barrel full of monkeys You are fucked all of the work You can string me among Make me laugh until my stomach aches in Or the string breaks and I'm down for the count It sure is nice to know you like me around...